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Theory

by Wallace Stevens

I am what is around me. Women understand this. One is not duchess A hundred yards from a carriage. These, then are portraits: A black vestibule; A high bed sheltered by curtains. These are merely instances.
Written by
Wallace Stevens
1879-1955 / Male / American
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Written by
Wallace Stevens
1879-1955 / Male / American
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